Corruption Wins Not More Than Honesty.

But No Perfection Is So Absolute, That Some Impurity Doth Not Pollute.

O, While You Live, Tell Truth, And Shame The Devil!

The Extreme Parts Of Time Extremely Forms All Causes To The Purpose Of His Speed.

Let Fancy Still In My Sense In Lethe Steep; If It Be Thus To Dream, Still Let Me Sleep!

Arise, Fair Sun, And Kill The Envious Moon, Who Is Already Sick And Pale With Grief That Thou, Her Maid, Art Far More Fair Than She. . . .